Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Technova,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.